Husband, Please Stop Flirting

No one dared disobey him.

The room was filled with danger, like some kind of death signal. They were all frightened and deeply in danger.

"Ah Qing, I'm sleepy!"

The deer shallow holds the man's arm and plays a coquettish role. The water mist rippling in the eyes is affectionate, and the red lips are sweet and want to taste.

In this situation, if you don't withdraw, you'll die.

Three or five groups went to the toilet. There were only deer shallow and night engine left in the box.

The deer was dressed in a milky white dress, elegant and lovely.

"Ah Qing, I'm tired."

The deer lowered the voice line and was charming.

Si Yeqing's arm was warm, and what he touched was the softness pasted by the woman. The fundus of his eyes was indifferent and alienated. His fingertips moved slightly, but turned to the wine glass.

The deer's shallow apricot eyes opened slightly, her body tilted slightly over the man's shoulder, and she lost her center of gravity.

At the moment of lightning flint, Si Yeqing jumped away with one leg, and the deer fell on the sofa.

The deer was stunned and forgot the pain.

Si Yeqing was also stunned.

A face flashed in my heart, but it was not shallow.

"Ah Qing!"

Deer shallow can't believe that she is so active. Can't Si Yeqing see what it means?

Or did Si Yeqing do it on purpose?

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, like jade beads, never breaking the line.

Si Yeqing clenched his fingers, and his dark eyes reflected into the delicate woman on the sofa. He was surprised that he didn't want to comfort himself.

Surprised not only Si Yeqing, but also deer shallow.

In a hurry, she got up and left, choking all the way.

The box was silent, and Si Yeqing was fascinated by the light.

At this time, the wind was clear, but it was another scene. She took a bath and gnashed her teeth in bed in her pajamas.

"This is not the original!"

The script just wrote the lines, and the wind was clear. He couldn't feel the mood of the character at all, so he had no choice but to look at the ceiling in a daze.

Feng ChuChu works to the end in the revolutionary spirit and never irrigates the role.

What should I do?

If you want to earn money, you have to read the script!

The wind is clear, the brain flashes, and Si Yeqing.

He has in his study!

The wind got up clearly and the cat walked in the direction of the study. The soles of his feet were light and there was no movement at all.

The crack of the door is black. Si Yeqing hasn't come back yet.

Relieved, she had the courage to shake her hair and walked forward naturally and handsome.

"Patter!"

"Well!"

At the moment when Feng clearly saw Si Yeqing, the whole person was covered.

Her blood surged all over her body and her scalp was numb. Her nerves were going to explode.

"Why?"

Si Yeqing asked.

"Hehe, I'll come and get a book."

The wind said clearly and trembled. She hasn't slowed down yet.

I don't know when Si Yeqing came back, otherwise he won't come.

The man turned his face away from looking at her. His thin lips bit the cigarette and the white fog curled up.

The movement on the soft carpet made people irritable. The man's lips took a hard smoke. The irritability was barely suppressed. He turned his head to the woman.

The sight is burning and searching with impatience.

"That, I can't reach it!"

The wind explained clearly and looked at a black object on the top of the bookshelf.

"Idiot!"

Si Yeqing got up with a strong and mellow smell of wine.

The night wind swept, and the tip of the wind's nose smoked. The smell came from the man behind him.

His body was close to her back, and the friction of his clothes sounded like an ambiguous tone, especially in the quiet and dimly lit study around him.

Si Yeqing is much higher than the wind. He is close to his body and can even feel the temperature from each other.

The man stretched out his hand to get the book. The wind was very embarrassed and wanted to turn around and escape.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, a thick book of classics fell. Before they could react, thick books had fallen on the bookshelf.

Wind ChuChu instinctively hugged his head, but fell into a warm embrace.

"Be careful!"

Si Yeqing closed his arms and wrapped the woman in his arms. He pressed down and used his back as a shield to block the falling heavy books on the bookshelf.

Everything is a subconscious instinct.

It's like he knows the deer's shallow intention, but he still jumps away. That's also instinct.

When Si Yeqing knew, he had fallen into the dark abyss.

The wind is clear, and before breathing, it is all the smell of a man, the familiar smell of smoke, the familiar smell of wine, and even his unique male flavor.

In a trance for a while.

Wait for God, watching the man buried by the book, the wind is clear and scared to go crazy.

"Sister Zhang, come on, come on!"

With a sharp cry, she hoarse the wind's clear voice. She flustered away the books buried on Si Yeqing, regardless of the fingernails turned over by her fingers.

The blood dyed her palm red. She didn't seem to notice the pain. She just threw the books one by one in a panic. She was afraid that the sharp pages would hurt Si Yeqing.

She doesn't want anything to happen to Si Yeqing.

It won't take a moment.

A Junyu's face suddenly appeared behind a book.

Like a God on a scroll.

The man with long and thick eyelashes, unruly and arrogant is like a sleeping angel, and the lips of meat powder are thinned, like the tenderest petals.

The fingertips are attached with a warm touch, and the wind is clear, suddenly relieved.

He just slept.

Her ears are quiet like the silence of the mountains, but the dead silence has infinite invisible vitality.

She had never looked at him like this.

Si Yeqing is a legend. He is a man living at the top of human thought. He doesn't stick to rules and rules, and is so rebellious that he opens the sky and breaks the earth alone.

This courage is unmatched.

The life and death friendship of the older generation binds them together.

It's just not Cinderella's story. There is no shameless happy life, only boundless cold and vicious and monthly accounts.

This is her romantic marriage.

She looked at him, the corners of her mouth suddenly bent, very gentle.

Feng ChuChu is like a child who gets a beloved toy. He carefully copies the shape of the toy with his fingertips, and every inch of touching is very affectionate.

Si Yeqing fell asleep.

In her arms.

The fingertips are greedy and dissatisfied, the broken hair in front of the forehead continues to decline, the wind's clear breath gradually becomes tight and dense, and the heart beats fast to jump out.

Their lips are still a centimeter close.

Si Yeqing suddenly opened his eyes, and the black pupils were deep and terrible.

Feng ChuChu was frightened and hurried away. He closed his eyes and pretended to be stupid, but he didn't see that the man's deep eyes had become a mountain spring.

"Sorry, I..."

She hastily apologized, trying to cover up her behavior.

She is greedy. Some people in this world are doomed to be invisible.

Or you'll pay the price.

Si Yeqing's face was cold and stern, and his action was rapid. He turned over and pressed the wind under him.

Suddenly the movement changed, and the wind opened his eyes clearly.

The cold face in front of her kept approaching, and the man's warm breath sprayed on her skin.

Everything is dreamy.

Until the soft lips meet, the ultimate touch makes the man suddenly crazy, like a hungry beast, absorbing the beauty of the wind.